The 5 Time Rejected Gamma The Lycan King Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lizette’s P.O.V. “A mistake?” My heart forgot to beat for a moment as my mate chewed his words hatefully, sending shivers down my spine. Alpha spoke out of the blue, “I, Brandon Cameron, Alpha of the Silver Claw Pack, reject you, Gamma Lizette Bancroft, as my mate and the future Luna of the pack.” A volcano of hatred rumbled as its molten lava burned my soul, throbbing my heart with the pain of a thousand arrows piercing it. This rejection was like being struck by lightning on a clear, sunny day, crumbling down my world around me.

I shifted back a little, trying to piece together what was going on. "You slapped the Lycan king?" Alpha Jackson asked. He looked somewhat disappointed in me. "Why don't you ask him what he did?" I fired, facing the man. I didn't know he was the Lycan king but that didn't make what he did right. "What did I do?" He asked daringly. I looked unbelievably at him as he tried to deny my claims. His eyes turned golden yellow, as though daring me to speak up. His aura sent chills down my spine and for some time, I lost my voice. He seemed so dangerous. I felt if he looked at me for another minute, I would drop dead.

The King, who had been watching the entire encounter with controlled, building fury, his knuckles white as he gripped the marble edge of the conference table, finally intervened, his voice booming across the chamber, cutting Atticus’s sweet declaration in two. “Atticus! Enough of this desperate sentimentality! You are the Heir! You are not a rogue Alpha to be swayed by mere instinct!” the King roared, his patience dissolving entirely. “You know that accepting her as Queen means the murder of Axel will forever haunt your reign and destabilize the Throne. The Crown cannot carry the weight of your history with this female. Our species will see her as a tragic figure, a curse! The Lycans will se

“There have been mentions of such a conundrum in the ancient texts, from the time of the last Lycan Kings.” Marla rolled her eyes. “Really, Dav? There hasn’t been a Lycan King in centuries. The four monarchies were abolished way too long ago for anything of that time to talk about our Scarlett.” My heart clenched at that. Our Scarlett. To know that my Beta and Gamma had accepted her, no matter what, made my insides tighten, half with grief and half with love. It was an acute sort of pain, the kind that was hard to ignore. Squirming, I shared a look with Marla, raising one eyebrow.

"And you are going to accept my rejection and forget about me, we can never be together! I am an Alpha King, I do not need a mate like you." I cried more as his words rolled off his tongue, "Stop your crying, it is fucking irritating!" He said and I sobbed. "You are going to leave after the rejection and never set foot within my territory again, mutt!" He warned, "Is that clear?" I nodded at him and watched him do what I feared the most. "I, Lycus Dardanos." He began, "Alpha King of the werewolf community, the next in command after the wolf's council and the Alpha of Blackmoon pack reject you Nyx E…"

“Pretty. Convenient. Wrong.” The hearth fire snapped orange. Normal. Listening. “In human memory, Amara was a rebel queen before she was a bride. The Lycan king did not rescue her. She rescued half his border towns from the First Alpha’s raids before he decided she was either a threat or an answer.” Cassian’s eyes moved to the carving. I watched him from the corner of my eye. “Did you know that version?” I asked quietly. His jaw tightened. “Parts.” Althea continued.

Kaedrin called calmly, and I involuntarily looked up, meeting his eyes. “I do not accept your rejection,” he said coldly. A shiver ran down my spine. My wolf felt contented, knowing our mate was not as crazy as I was doing things without thinking. “I reject your rejection, Nysera,” Vaeric said as well, frowning. I grimaced. A part of me was pissed they weren’t rejecting me. Another part was somewhat happy that they weren’t willing to let me go. My emotions were jumbled. I guess this was what I got for being mated to the infamous Lycan Kings.

“I am here now, what is it you mentioned about my child? I want to know everything.” We all sat together as Serai began her resolutions, my heart raced at this point because deep down I had a feeling whatever she said might not end well. “Your great-grandfather; Yago Dir Gunther, was the first Lycan King of his family, he gained the crown when he defeated another Lycan pack in a fierce battle at that time. He lived a good and exemplary life, but it was short-lived when his firstborn, your grandfather, killed him and his brothers for the throne. The supremacy of being the king overwhelmed him, and he did all sorts of evil. The people feared his regime, your grandfather Jeldon Gunther was the

Exhaling, I placed my back against the cold wall, practicing breathing exercises to calm my raging nerves. What in heaven's name is the moon goddess up to? She gave me two mates who rejected me without having a second thought only to hand me over to the third one who had refused to reject me. From what I heard, he is the Lycan King. Why will the Lycan King accept an Omega when what he needs is a female Alpha to rule by his side. Wait! Pushing my hand forward with my head tilted to the side, I tried to speak but I couldn't piece together the puzzle in my head.

“I, Esme Meadows, reject you as my mate!” At her heated words of rejection, a tense silence enveloped the whole yard. No one, not even the wind made a single noise. Esme tensed, expecting the pain of the rejection to swamp her body but nothing came. Then the king laughed. A soft mocking laugh. “You really don’t know anything, do you?” He said mirthlessly as he knelt before her. “The rejection will never work.” “Why?!” “Because, my dear Esme, lycans mate for life. And even if they didn’t, I wouldn’t accept your rejection anyways.”